Why Can't I Sleep Anymore?
I sat down here about 3 hours ago with the intention of writing something new, I've been doing this alot recently, it's something new for me. I used to have to write things out and then come back to them later before I'd even think about sharing it with others. Hell the first thing I ever wrote on this page o mine was written in January of 2004.
Anyways, I've been doing alot of "Stream of Conscience" type writing. Just let whatever comes to mind go straight to page. It's really cool for me because I don't know what's gonna be written or anything. Most of the time I know that it's not gonna be a happy topic because I can't write happy stuff. I've tried but it just doesn't happen. I've been told I'm funny and all, but me in writing can't hold a candle to me in person. As anybody who has carried on a conversation with me can attest to, it's all about the delivery.
I made the mistake of watching "Almost Famous" before trying to go to bed yesterday. I have no idea what I was thinking, I've told myself a million times not to. Cause all that happens is that i just end up staying up all night long thinking "Self, this movie bums you out to beat hell, yet you keep watching. Dude what are you thinking?" It's not like it's a sad movie but...I don't know. It's hard to explain. Maybe it's just me.
I've been also thinkin alot about something my brother told me after he came out of the hospital. He doesn't remember anything about his ordeal (In telling his story I've had to type the word "Seizure" about a million times in the past week and I'm really tired of it. From here on in, it's now called his ordeal) so he's been piecing things together from what we've told him. He had no clue that he stopped breathing so that came as a bit of a shock to him, but after a minute the surprise wore off his face. This was a little startling because if anybody tells me that I stopped breathing, I'm gonna hit the proverbial roof. He, on the other hand took it in stride. I was like "Dude, what the hell?" He then went on to tell me that he saw the whole light at the end of the tunnel and all that jazz. At first I thought he was kiddin, cause that's what he does. Not this time. He went on to describe in detail that he carried on a conversation with some Angels and they told him that it wasn't his time and that he should go back and finish what he started. Yeah, I was like, "Great googamooga!" I was waitin for a smile to break across his face and for him to go "Gotcha". It never happened. Things like this also keep a guy awake at night. In my last post I tried to think of a way to write about it, but I found it hard to deal with. The closest I could come was write a thank you note in the first letter or every line. Now I know that whoever reads this is gonna be scrollin down right about now to verify this so I'll give you some time to do so
Ready yet?
How bout now?
Got it?
Good.
Kinda explains what that makes absolutely no sense now doesn't it? It didn't turn out quite the way I thought it would. Which I guess is a good thing. They say that variety is the spice of life. Me? I was always happy with Cinnamin as my spice but, what do I know? I'm sittin here at 12:31 in the morning talkin to myself as I'm typing this out.
That's about it for now. Maybe now I can get some sleep. I wouldn't bank on it though
Anyways, I've been doing alot of "Stream of Conscience" type writing. Just let whatever comes to mind go straight to page. It's really cool for me because I don't know what's gonna be written or anything. Most of the time I know that it's not gonna be a happy topic because I can't write happy stuff. I've tried but it just doesn't happen. I've been told I'm funny and all, but me in writing can't hold a candle to me in person. As anybody who has carried on a conversation with me can attest to, it's all about the delivery.
I made the mistake of watching "Almost Famous" before trying to go to bed yesterday. I have no idea what I was thinking, I've told myself a million times not to. Cause all that happens is that i just end up staying up all night long thinking "Self, this movie bums you out to beat hell, yet you keep watching. Dude what are you thinking?" It's not like it's a sad movie but...I don't know. It's hard to explain. Maybe it's just me.
I've been also thinkin alot about something my brother told me after he came out of the hospital. He doesn't remember anything about his ordeal (In telling his story I've had to type the word "Seizure" about a million times in the past week and I'm really tired of it. From here on in, it's now called his ordeal) so he's been piecing things together from what we've told him. He had no clue that he stopped breathing so that came as a bit of a shock to him, but after a minute the surprise wore off his face. This was a little startling because if anybody tells me that I stopped breathing, I'm gonna hit the proverbial roof. He, on the other hand took it in stride. I was like "Dude, what the hell?" He then went on to tell me that he saw the whole light at the end of the tunnel and all that jazz. At first I thought he was kiddin, cause that's what he does. Not this time. He went on to describe in detail that he carried on a conversation with some Angels and they told him that it wasn't his time and that he should go back and finish what he started. Yeah, I was like, "Great googamooga!" I was waitin for a smile to break across his face and for him to go "Gotcha". It never happened. Things like this also keep a guy awake at night. In my last post I tried to think of a way to write about it, but I found it hard to deal with. The closest I could come was write a thank you note in the first letter or every line. Now I know that whoever reads this is gonna be scrollin down right about now to verify this so I'll give you some time to do so
Ready yet?
How bout now?
Got it?
Good.
Kinda explains what that makes absolutely no sense now doesn't it? It didn't turn out quite the way I thought it would. Which I guess is a good thing. They say that variety is the spice of life. Me? I was always happy with Cinnamin as my spice but, what do I know? I'm sittin here at 12:31 in the morning talkin to myself as I'm typing this out.
That's about it for now. Maybe now I can get some sleep. I wouldn't bank on it though
posted by Kyle at 12:11 AM
6 Comments:
Got it. :-)
I figured there wasn't enough humor in there so I had to get it somewhere. That and I was laughin when I was typing it out so I decided to leave it in
Wow Kyle ... so sorry to hear about your brother ... Take it from someone who knows that he should have never been sent home and he should have been admitted to be watched for further seizure activity. I don't know what Brantford's guidelines are but someone needs to be spoken to about this. The hospital will investigate this if you call them and put in a complaint.
Sorry again and I'm glad your brother made it through.
Thanks Wendy
Well the hospital knows that I wasn't happy. I made that plainly obvious to them. I think that at this point though I'd like to try and forget the whole ordeal. Aaron is good and he's back to work so I just really can't be bothered to get angry about it anymore. It doesn't make me feel good to get mad about somethin that's in the past and that I can't control. Besides me gettin angry at them really isn't goin to get me anwhere's at this point in the game either.
Once again, Thanks. Greatly appreciated
Wait a tick, that was an entire comment without a single joke, Kyleism or nothin. No "Skin me alive and call me luggage" no "Great Mogely Bogely" Nothin....I must be sick, either that or I'm just gettin old
LOL .... that was a very serious thing that happened ... and I don't blame you for not wanting to deal with it anymore.
It looks very much like the Lord had His hand on the situation ...
He was there for you when trained professionals let you down...
Awesome :-)
That's the same thing that Paul said as well. Hmmm I get the feeling that you two are in Cahoots. (Sweet I got the joke out at the beginning. Didn't even have to force it)
Now while that may turn out to be true, I'm just happy all turned out well.
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